Thalia (muse_amused) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-11-10 10:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | cassandra wilson, raven, thalia |
Who: Thalia, Raven, NPCs Samarth, Ryan and Orren aaaand OPEN to all and sundry
Where: Roxy Bar, Manhattan
When: Monday night from 8pm
What: Comedy on the Rox - opening night funtiemz!
Warnings: TBD
Despite a few niggling uncertainties, it seemed Thalia's hard work promoting and recruiting had paid off. By a quarter past eight the room was near full, mortals and immortals alike milling around the bar, the chairs and tables that had been set up around the stage steadily filling.
The two headline acts had been a major drawcard for the show. Demetri Martin particularly; already a favourite in the comedy scene, his latest TV ventures had only boosted his profile, and deservedly so. There was a real cleverness to his punchlines and his deadpan delivery, a flavour that was all his own. Stephen K. Amos was less widely-known on this side of the Atlantic, but his performance was no less of a treat. With warmth and wit and irrepressible personality - and a delicious British accent - he charmed the whole room. Find the funnies, he urged them. You've got to find the funnies in life. Thalia couldn't have agreed more.
She and Raven did the MCing duties. They had only met face-to-face a couple of times in the course of planning tonight, but they had clicked quickly and their bits were filled with easy, teasing banter. Her boys had come through too - Samarth, Ryan and Orren all took the stage in their turn, alongside a few newer comics still building their experience. Aside from one or two lighting malfunctions early on, everything had gone without a hitch.
The show was wrapped up by eleven, and at a quarter past Thalia bounced up to the bar, flushed with excitement and near glowing from the power rush. Working it television could be fun - rewarding, too; a chance to use her influence as a muse to inspire her fellow writers and performers - but there would never be anything quite like the buzz she got from live comedy. It was the immediacy of it, the unpredictability. Anything could happen. The audience weren't just passive spectators chuckling in front of the TV, they were a real part of the show, shaping it with their reactions, sometimes sending it off in directions both unexpected and far funnier than anything you could dream up on your own.
And beside, laughter was always best shared.
Adjusting her bright purple top hat with one hand as she took her drink with the other, she squeezed past the cluster of people, searching out the faces of her friends.